White Crosses Against Me!
1. White Crosses
Intro C, F, C, G, C
Verse
[C]I wake up in the morning and I drink from the fountain.
I wake up in the morning with the same unanswered questions.
I don't kn[F]ow what's going to c[G]ure my unsettled st[C]omach.
Street kids collect spare change in a conch shell on the side walk;
their teeth are yellow, their hair is tangled.
Their m[F]inds are vapid and they la[G]ugh wild in their dep[C]ravity.
[Dm]I'll make my w[G]ay back home to you[C], head north on San M[F]arco Avenue.
[Dm]White crosses on the ch[G]urch lawn,[C] I want to sm[F]ash them all.
[C]I want to sm[F]ash them all.
C, F, C
Pony tails swinging back and forth behind beach blonde college girls out for a jog.
Saint [F]Augustine, shine your l[G]ight down on me![C]
Pop hits from the 90's echo out of tourist filled bars.
I am met with arms crossed under d[F]irty looks, I am tr[G]eated like a common
th[C]ief.
Chorus
[Am]Eaves-dropping in on conversation, I wander aimless leering at strangers.
[F]Strung out on the amphetam[G]ines that you gave to m[C]e.
[Am]Eye-balled with suspicion by a pencil skirt in high heels,
you realize that you're talking to yourself.
[F]Cannon fire expl[G]odes out over the b[C]ay.
Chorus
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2. I Was A Teenage Anarchist
Capo 3
Verse1:
[G]I was a teenage anarchist
[G]Looking for a revolution
[Em]I had the style, I had the ambition
[Em]Read all the authors I knew the right slogans
[G]There was no war but the class war
[G]I was ready to set the world on fire
[Em]I was a teenage anarchist
[Em]Looking for a revolution
Chorus:
[G]Do y[D]ou r[C]emember when you were yo[G]ung
And you wanted to [D]set the world on f[C]ire
[G]Do y[D]ou [C]remember when you were y[G]oung
And you wanted to [D]set the world on [C]fire
Verse2:
[G]I was a teenage anarchist
[G]But the politics were too convenient
[Em]In the depths of their humanity
[Em]All I saw was bloodless ideology
[G]With freedom as their doctrine
[G]Guess who was the new authority
[Em]I was a teenage anarchist
[Em]But the politics were too convenient
Chorus:
[G]Do y[D]ou r[C]emember when you were yo[G]ung
And you wanted to [D]set the world on f[C]ire
[G]Do y[D]ou [C]remember when you were y[G]oung
And you wanted to [D]set the world on [C]fire
When you were y[G]oung
And you wanted to [D]set the world on f[C]ire
Verse3:
[G]I was a teenage anarchist
[G]But then the scene got too rigid
[Em]It was mob mentality
[Em]They set their rifle sights on me
[G]Narrow visions of autonomy
[G]You want me to surrender my identity
[Em]I was a teenage anarchist
(stop)
The revolution was a lie
Chorus:
[G]Do y[D]ou r[C]emember when you were yo[G]ung
And you wanted to [D]set the world on f[C]ire
[G]Do y[D]ou [C]remember when you were y[G]oung
And you wanted to [D]set the world on [C]fire
When you were y[G]oung
And you wanted to [D]set the world on f[C]ire
When you were y[G]oung
And you wanted to [D]set the world on f[C]ire
[G]I was a teenage anarchist (4x)
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3. Because Of The Shame
Intro:
W[D]hoa [A]oh oh oh w[G]hoa
w[D]hoa [A]oh oh oh w[G]hoa
W[Bm]hoa [A]oh oh oh w[G]hoa
[D]Whoa[A] oh oh oh [G]whoa
We used to get hi[D]gh together, instead of getting hi[G]gh alone.
I can't rem[Bm]ember the last time I saw you.
I can't rem[A]ember the last time we talked.
You left h[D]ome for a fresh start,
working as a waitress down in [G]Bradenton.
With my n[Bm]ame tatto[A]o'd into your s[G]kin.
Because of the s[D]hame I as[G]sociate with vulnerability
I am [Bm]numbing myself compl[Bm/A]etely.
Can you he[G]ar me right now?
I watched your [D]mother bury you today, with [G]tears in her eyes[G/A].
well, It [Bm]wasn't her words that sh[A]ook me, it was the res[G]emblance you shared.
W[D]hoa [A]oh oh oh w[G]hoa X2
Don't it se[D]em so detached and unreal? Don't it s[G]eem so far away?
Like the [Bm]past never happened, or like no[A]thing's ever changed.
With your ca[D]sket open in front of me,
your eyes cl[G]osed and your lips silent.
With my n[Bm]ame tatt[A]oo'd into your s[G]kin.
Because of the s[D]hame I as[G]sociate with vulnerability
I am [Bm]numbing myself compl[Bm/A]etely.
Can you he[G]ar me right now?
I watched your [D]mother bury you today, with [G]tears in her eyes[G/A].
well, It [Bm]wasn't her words that sh[A]ook me, it was the res[G]emblance you shared.
[D]Whoa[A] oh oh oh [G]whoa x2
I didn't li[D]sten to the preacher.
I couldn't look your h[G]usband in the eyes.
I'm not [Bm]sure what I meant to you then,
so I'm not s[A]ure what I owe you now.
But if so[D]mething I said hurt you
I swear it was [G]not my intention.
With your [Bm]name tat[A]too'd into my [G]skin.
With your [Bm]name tat[A]too'd into my [G]skin.
Because of the s[D]hame I as[G]sociate with vulnerability
I am [Bm]numbing myself compl[Bm/A]etely.
Can you he[G]ar me right now?
I watched your [D]mother bury you today, with [G]tears in her eyes[G/A].
well, It [Bm]wasn't her words that sh[A]ook me, it was the res[G]emblance you shared.
well, It [Bm]wasn't her words that sh[A]ook me, it was the res[G]emblance you shared.
[D]Whoa[A] oh oh oh [G]whoa
w[D]hoa [A]oh oh oh w[G]hoa
W[Bm]hoa [A]oh oh oh w[G]hoa
[D]Whoa[A] oh
Can you he[G]ar me right now?[A]
Can you he[G]ar me right now?[A] [D]
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4. Suffocation
INTRO/VERSE: Bm D
We were [Bm]young heartbreakers estranged from our wealthy parents,
doing [D]key bumps in a handicap bathroom.
[Bm]Stoned complacent, ambivalent, [D]mass communicating with shared subconscious.
CHORUS:
Suffoc[D]ation.[A]
[G]Modern life in the western [D]world.
[D] [A] [G]
[Bm]Homosexual sons of unfulfilled fathers.
[D]Divorced from reality, free and young.
We were [Bm]bashing our brains out on a kitchen cabinet.
It was a [D]televised crucifixion.
Suffo[D]cation.[A]
[G]Modern life in the western [D]world.
[D] [A] [G]
BRIDGE: Bm D
We were [Bm]star-crossed, we were destitute.
Our [D]words spoke mass destruction.
We watched [Bm]the sun rise in the morning.
Daughters in [D]arm, we all are orphans.
Suffo[D]cation.[A]
[G]Modern life in the western [D]world.
[D] [A] [G]
In the western [D]world. [A] [G]
[D] [A] [G]
[G] [D]
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5. We're Breaking Up
[B]This is the only voice I k[E]now.[C#] [B]
[B]These are the only words I h[E]ave.
[F#] [E]
This is[E] the only way I know how to say, we're not in love anymore.
[D]It's the same way that it's always b[G]een,
The dynamic to the relationship never changes.
It's the same way that it's always been,
The dynamic to the relationship never changes.
[B]We used to like all the same ba[E]nds.[C#] [B]
[B]We used to have all the same fri[E]ends.
[F#]What do we have left in common?
Just shared memo[E]ries of good times long since p[B]ast. (Long since pa[E]st)
[D]It's the same way that it's always b[G]een,
The dynamic to the relationship never changes.
It's the same way that it's always been,
The dynamic to the relationship never changes.
[A]You can't get what you want from me, and I can't g[G]et what I need from you.
[D]This is the only voice I k[G]now.
[D]These are the only words I h[A]ave.
[A]This is the only way I know how to s[G]ay, we're breaking up.
[D]It's the same way that it's always [G]been.
It's the same way that it's always been.
[A]I'm not giving up on us.
[G]I'm not giving up on u[D]s.
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6. High Pressure Low
Intro:
B F# E X4
E (low) Eb C#
There was a h[B]igh pressure low developing off the coast of Africa,
u[E]plift in the atmosphere pushed waves
across the ocean towards An[B]tilles and Bon Air.
F# E E F# E(low)
I paced in Agitation.
I d[B]rew the curtains closed.
I turned the air conditioner on.
I pressed a w[E]arm wash cloth to my face.
S[B]omewhere out th[Bb-B]ere a hurricane w[F#]as comin[E]g.[E] [F#] [Ab] [F#]
There's ju[E]st no future left for us to d[B]ream[F#] of,
living in an e[E]ra of in[B]stabi[F#]lity.
So c[E]aught up in the culture of their rivals,
fear br[B]eeds in honest [F#]men.
It's a high pressure l[B]ow.[F#]
It's a h[E]igh pressure l[B]ow.[F#] [E]
[B]7 missiles flying over the sea of japan.
[E]Tales of feral children sleeping in wolf dens.
And the p[B]ious preacher commands.
F# E E F# E (low)
I hold my breath in anticipation.
I[B]nto the shelter of the jungle noble savages run.
V[E]estal virgins triumph over life long inhibitions.
And I w[B]onde[Bb]r, [-B]what is real? What is f[F#]iction?[E] [E] [F#] [Ab] [F#]
There's ju[E]st no future left for us to d[B]ream[F#] of,
living in an e[E]ra of in[B]stabi[F#]lity.
So c[E]aught up in the culture of their rivals,
fear br[B]eeds in honest[F#] men.
It's a high pressure l[B]ow.[F#]
It's a h[E]igh pressure l[B]ow.[F#] [E]
Would [D]anyone forgive Robert McNamara?
In r[G]etrospect he had to admit;
there was mis[D]take in going to war without first asking all the q[A]uestion[G]s.[A]
Yes, [D]Robert Strange McNamara,
there are t[G]hose who just cannot forget.
And I w[D]onder[C#2-D], have I lost my own comp[A]assion?[G] [A]
There's j[G]ust no future left for us to dr[D]eam o[A]f,
living in [G]an era of instabil[D]ity[A].
So caught up in the c[G]ulture of their rivals,
fear br[D]eeds in honest m[A]en.
It's a high pressure l[D]ow. [A]
It's a h[G]igh pressure l[D]ow.[A]
It's a h[G]igh pressure l[D]ow. [A]
It's a h[G]igh pressure l[D]ow.[A] [G]
Outro:
[G] [F#] [E-F#-E] [D] [A] [D]
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7. Ache With Me
Standard tuning, capo on 6th fret.
C Am (4x)
F Dm (2x)
Verse:
[C]I've walked down high streets looking[Am] through windows.
I've [C]been lost in c[Am]rowds of strangers.
[F]Searched record shops and[Dm] cosmetic aisles, [F]phone books, want ads, [Dm]bus stops and libraries.
[C]Newspaper headlines, [Am]mannequin faces, [C]television stations, [Am]billboard advertisements.
[F]Your voice echoes in the [Dm]back of my mind.
[F]I see your face when I [Dm]close my eyes.
Chorus:
[F]Do you share the same [G]sense of de[C]feat?
Have you realized [F]all the things you'll never be?
[Dm]Ideals turn to [G]resentment, open [C]minds close up with [F]cynicism.
[F]I've got no judgment for you.
Come on and ache with [G]me.[Am] [C]
Come on and ache with [G]me.[Am] [C]
Verse:
[C]Through bar rooms, cafés, [Am]jail cells and court rooms.
[C]Theaters, restaurants, g[Am]raveyards and churches.
I've [F]spent every dollar that [Dm]I've ever earned.
I'll [F]bleed my heart out, I'll[Dm] give every word.
[C]I've asked preachers, [Am]doctors and lawyers, [C]socialites, pariahs, [Am]mothers and fathers.
[F]You may not find [Dm]all that you're after, [F]in the end I [Dm]hope it doesn't matter.
Chorus:
[F]Do you share the same [G]sense of de[C]feat?
Have you realized [F]all the things you'll never be?
[Dm]Ideals turn to [G]resentment, open [C]minds close up with [F]cynicism.
[F]I've got no judgment for you.
Come on and ache with [G]me.[Am] [C]
[F]Do you share the same [G]sense of de[C]feat?
Have you realized [F]all the things you'll never be?
[F]I've got no judgment for you.
Come on and ache with [G]me.[Am] [C]
Come on and ache with [G]me. [Am] [C]
Come on and ache with [G]me.
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8. Spanish Moss
CHORUS:
You just need to [C]find some place to get a[G]way.
You can forget your [D]name.
And there's no need to a[F]pologize.
[C]WHOAS
VERSE:
It could be a [C]good life.
It could be such a very good life.
We could find a [F]place for just me and you.
Need some place to [C]stay safe, need some place to stay safe and warm.
Why [F]don't we deserve the same?
CHORUS
Look into the [C]Spanish moss.
Let your mind conjure up old ghosts.
Ride you [F]bike through lost Florida streets.
Everything we've [C]said and done, can be so easily forgotten.
You can [F]always change who you are.
CHORUS
BRIDGE:
I caught a glimpse [F]of this life, it could be such a [D]very good life.[G]
We could find a place for just me and [F]you.
But it's not [F]yours to keep.
Yeah, the truth will tear your [D]heart out.
In a [G]world run by gangsters you're[F] stuck standing in a bread line.
CHORUS
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9. Rapid Decompression
Intro: C
[C]How [G]much is too [C]much?
[C]I'm tired of [G]predicting to [C]lose.
But [F]before you point your [C]finger,
[F]before you cast your [C]stones,
F# (slide to) G
take a look at yourself.
How can you expect from someone what you won't do yourself?[C]
[G] [F] [C] [D]
[C]
There's no [C]bottom to [G]your reality.[C]
Your [C]desperation is [G]utter and complete.[C]
What you can't [F]love about your[C]self you have to [F]steal from someone [C]else;
F# (slide to) G C
and what you can't steal you have to deny.
[G] [F] [C] [D]
[C]
(palm mute)
Rapid Decom[C]pression.
G x2
Rapid Decompression.
Rapid [F]Decompres[C]sion.
Rapid [F]Decompres[C]sion.
F# (slide to) G C
Sometimes it feels like your whole world is coming to an end.
[G] [F] [C] [D]Coming to an [C]end
[G] [F] [C] [D]Coming to an [C]end.
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10. Bamboo Bones
Intro (x2)
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Verse: E,B,A,A
Chorus: C#m,A,E,B
Don't let them b[E]reak you.[B]
Don't let them te[A]ll you who you a[A]re.
Doesn't matter where you c[E]ome from,[B]
you'll always have a fl[A]oor to sleep on.[A]
And you have your bam[E]boo bones,
ner[B]vous energy,
bli[A]nd ambition,
s[A]kin of your teeth.
Push b[E]ack, push back, push b[B]ack,
with every word and every br[A]eath.
What [C#m]god doesn't gi[A]ve to you,
you've got to [E]go and get for yo[B]urself.
I'm embarrassed to ad[E]mit it,
I[B]'ve got no grip.
I'm le[A]ading with my j[A]aw.
Can you see it from a dis[E]tance?
Does it look rid[B]iculous?
I guess that's j[A]ust what I have to live w[A]ith.
Still I have a m[E]ind to think,
kn[B]ees to break,
you sta[A]nding beside [A]me.
I'm going to push b[E]ack, push back, push b[B]ack,
with every word and every b[A]reath.
What [C#m]god doesn't g[A]ive to you,
you've got to [E]go and get for yours[B]elf.
On Last "What god..." part play:
What [E]god doesn't [B]give to you,
you've got to [A]go and get for yourself
[Am]for you[Ab]rself[C#]
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